03 - Yummy-Yummy Mayfield

[nyanpirenya]

[Action A | 1649 Albright Lane, morning]

[After a lovely breakfast of crunchy toast with strawberry jam, Nyanpire has gone out to get the mail. He's being helpful! It's good to be helpful! He hums to himself, mouth full of letters, and slips back inside to spit them out on the living room coffee table.]

...nyaa?

[But wait! There's a letter

Comments

B

[is_an_island]

But cats don't drink blood. They eat... you know, mice, and... wear sweaters...

[then why do you look so tempted to give him blood]

B

[nyanpirenya]

[Wear... sweaters...?

Nyanpire disagrees with this man's assessment. He stands firm, giving him an unimpressed look.]

Imma special cat. Imma vampire.

So I nyeed blood! Pleeeeease?

[is_an_island]

W... Well, if you need it, then I suppose it can't be helped. But I'm not doing this for your sake, you know, I just feel I have too much blood in me.

... Do I lift you up or something like that? [yes because that's the important question he should be asking to a vampire cat]

[nyanpirenya]

Okay! I'll just take a little, nyaa!

[And in enthusiastic kitten fashion, he is making a valiant effort to bound-climb up the man's clothes and onto his shoulder.]

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid has taken notice of the cat mewling for blood...and isn't quite happy about it.]

What do you mean you want blood? Cats don't drink blood.

[nyanpirenya]

I do! Imma vampire cat!

[Pity that everyone in Mayfield hasn't heard the news yet. Oh well. He'll tell them! Then he'll get all the yummy-yummy blood he wants.]

Arcueid is mean when it comes to freely feeding vampires okay ;3;

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid stops walking, crosses her arms over her chest, and bends down to glare a the tiny little cat.]

A vampire? Do you know what I'm supposed to do to vampires that freely feed on humans?

[Pity that all the vampires in Mayfield haven't heard the news yet. Oh well, she'll tell them!]

That is quite perfectly fine!

[nyanpirenya]

Uh... uh... no?

[This... this isn't the sort of answer that he had ever gotten before.

This is unfamiliar territory.

Also, this lady smells kinda... funny. He's getting the impression she'd probably taste bad. He starts to step slooooowly backwards.]

[shadowflashkick]

-That cat looked familiar...-

[nyanpirenya]

[He was a lot smaller today.

And he pads up to the man, looking his very cutest.]

Nyaaaa... I'm hungry....

[shadowflashkick]

Perhaps you should find something to eat then...

[nyanpirenya]

That's what I'm doing!

[He sits down, and very politely poses his question.]

Can I have some blood, nyaa?

B

[tenebrousking]

...

If you ask nicely, you can have a saucer of milk.

B

[nyanpirenya]

Nyaa! I don't want milk! I want BLOOD!

[tenebrousking]

You really don't have to do that. Halloween was three days ago.

[nyanpirenya]

Nyaa! Imma vampire! A REAL vampire! For real! Nyaa! I'm hungry! Blood! Blood! I want blood!

[Oh dear. That really set him off. Now he's just pitching a fit.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ KITTY! ]

[ Ilsa stops herself from scooping up the kitten and processes the request. ]

Hmm... I don't know. How much, and how often do you feed?

[nyanpirenya]

[Oh! A friendly person! A... a person with questions.]

Nyaa.... how much?

[Time and measurements don't mean much to a kitten. He wants to answer the question, and wants to answer it right, but...]

When I'm hungry, I eat! And I eat 'till I'm full!

[ooeeooahah]

I... don't think you'd need enough to drain me, but at the same time, I know how cats can be. So asking you what effect feeding has on your donors might not be things you can answer, either.

[ She still skritches him behind his ears. ]

[nyanpirenya]

[Ear scritches are always appreciated. He even tilts his head around, to encourage the giving of more of them.]

Nyothing bad happens... sometimes they get sleepy. Imma good Nyanpire! I don't wannya hurt my friends.